Many years ago, I had a Fiat 500 as a hire car in either Gran Canary or Corfu, can't remember exactly which holiday. Decided to find the highest place on the island and ended up driving up a steep metal (gravel) road, as you do with hire cars. I think there was some radio station at the top, or at least as far as we could drive. At some point, I picked up a stone and the noise got worse and worse. I had thought that it would free at some point so being literally in the middle of no where (and days before mobile phones), we pushed on down until we found civilisation. Except we didn't. There was this almighty bang and we lost all drive. Yep, the stone had literally cut the driveshaft in half. Thankfully, after walking to find help, we came across this lone house. Inside was this lady and either he son or grandson - she did not speak a word of English, but he did, having learned everything from watching (mostly) American movies. It was a really weird and unforgettable experience. We were so thankful for these peoples help and the hire company were great too. I'm glad that the young lads movie taste were more Terminator than Deliverance...
